Alan Rickman poem

In shadows deep, where whispers weave, A voice emerged, both bold and brief. With every line, a world unfurled, A magic spun, a heart enthralled. From Potter’s halls to regal thrones, His presence carved in timeless tones. With every glance, a story told, A mix of warmth, both fierce and cold. The villain’s charm, the lover’s grace, In every role, he found his place. With gentle strength, he graced the stage, A true artist, a timeless sage. Though now he rests beyond the veil, His legacy will never pale. In every heart where stories dwell, Alan Rickman casts his spell.